Chapter One
Once upon there lived a boy, who coincidentally had the nickname “The boy who lived”. Why he has that name you wonder? Well back on the evening of October 31’st 1981, a vile man by the name Lord Voldemort had decided that this boy needed to be vanquished. So this self proclaimed dark lord apparated, which is a form of teleportation as the muggles say, to the village of Godric’s Hollow, with the intention to do just that. Earlier that day he had gotten the location of the boy from one of his loyal servants, because the boy’s parents had used a spell to hide their location from anyone that wasn’t in on the secret of where they were.
The dark lord started to approach the house slowly but steadily, smirking to himself that he would eliminate a huge threat to his rule over wizarding Britain. Oh I should mention that this story is about wizards and witches if you didn’t know. Now you may be thinking “What, magic isn’t real”, but I can assure you it is. It’s only well hidden from us muggles, that is people without magic.
Looking in through the window Lord Voldemort saw the perfect image of a happy family. The father of the family entertaining the boy with an array of brightly coloured bubbles, while the mother stood next to them a bright smile on her face. Right around then the boy, who really was an infant at only one years old, started yawning expressing his need to get some sleep. When the dark lord saw the woman take the boy and head upstairs he seized his moment.
With a huge bang he blew open the door to the house alerting the boy’s parents.
“It’s him Lily, run I’ll hold him off!” the father said.
Pathetic the dark lord thought, not even a wand to protect himself with. With a loud voice he said the incantation “Avada Kedavra”, also known as the killing curse. There was a beam of bright green light, which was the last thing the boy’s father ever saw before the eternal sleep.
After taking care of the father he went after the mother and child that had run upstairs in an attempt to get away. However with no way to run the mother could only barricade them in the nursery, while she prayed for a miracle. Unfortunately the dark lord had no issue with blowing away the barricade keeping them safe.
“Please not my Harry” the mother said.
The dark lord replied with “Stand aside woman and I will let you live”.
“No please, there must be another way”, she said.
“I will only say this one more time woman stand aside now!”, he replied.
During this exchange the boy started crying over the shouting and this unfamiliar man standing in his room. The mother noticed this and tried to soothe him even at the mortal peril.
“Move aside now”, the dark lord said, but she moved to stand before the boy’s crib protecting him.
“NO you will not have my son, you’ll have to go through me!”.
“Have it your way then woman, Avada Kedavra!” he shouted and the woman fell lifeless to the floor, light in her eyes gone out.
Now with nothing to stop him he went to the crib with the crying boy inside.
“So this is the child that could be my biggest enemy? How pathetic, this will be too easy”.
He looked the boy in the eyes and said, “Goodbye Harry Potter, the world won’t even remember you after this night. Avada Kedavra!”
However a miracle happened, while the boy did get hit by the curse, the curse bounced back into the dark lord standing above him and vanquished him instead! Now all alone and crying with a head of hair that had gotten white as snow and a lightning bolt shaped scar, the boy slowly fell asleep from exhaustion, not hearing someone enter the house.
The next day far away from the boy’s home, in Little Whinging, Surrey, strange things were happening with owls being seen during the day, and people walking around in peculiar clothing. This didn’t go unnoticed by one man named Vernon Dursley. Vernon was a simple man, he was happy living his normal life with his wife Petunia, and their little beach ball of a son Dudley. On his way to work he muttered to himself about the strange occurrences disturbing his perfectly normal day, on his way to his perfectly normal job at a drill company named Grunnings, where he held a perfectly normal position.
Now Vernon’s wife, Petunia as you may remember, did also notice things that weren’t usual around their house at Privet drive 4. There was a cat staring at the house from when she got up in the morning, through her daily routine of taking care of a sack of potatoes, sorry I mean baby, all the way until it was time to start dinner before Vernon would arrive home. This unnerved Petunia, who never had seen a cat act this way, almost like it was judging what went on in the house. But as a perfectly normal person would do, remember the Dursleys were obsessed with normality, she went out and shooed the cat, who unfortunately couldn’t care less about our poor normal Petunia. Remembering the food cooking in the oven, Petunia ran inside to finish it off before her husband would return home.
Later that night after everyone had gone to sleep, a mysterious thing happened to all the streetlamps on Privet Drive. One by one they went out in a way that shouldn’t be happening normally. Now if you looked really close you’d notice a man approaching out of nowhere. I said you’d have to look closely but really this man’s choice of clothing would make you want to avert your eyes immediately. In a shocking magenta robe with lime green trimmings this man, with a name longer than worth writing, walked towards number four in a steady fashion.
“Oh Minerva what are you doing here?”, now who was he talking to if not the cat that had stared at the Dursleys the whole day.
Instantly the cat transformed into a strict looking woman, how wicked isn’t that!, and she stood up straight and gave the man a serious look.
“Hello Albus, I’ve taken the time to look into this family that you want to leave the poor boy with. Now I don’t normally question your decisions but if you go through with this you must be insane! This family is no place for him to grow up, the woman seem to be obsessed by lazing around the house with a glass of wine and stare out at the neighbours. The husband, well I think it’s her husband but if I didn’t know I’d assume it was a beached whale, is an even worse person. I saw him slap his wife after shouting at her, which even I heard outside the house! Please Albus you must reconsider this, I implore you”.
“Now now Minerva, this is the only family poor Harry has left in the world. I think what you saw must have been a one time occurrence, so we shouldn’t overreact”.
“Overreact!? Albus if a man can do that to his wife, how do you think he will treat the boy?” Minerva protested.
“Oh I’m sure Petunia can protect the child, after all it’s her sister’s son and love can do miracles. Now do stop questioning this, because things are in motion that you don’t understand” Albus said. Their argument got interrupted by a sound that came closer and closer. A rumbling growing in strength second by second.
“Ah that must be our dear Hagrid with the boy now” Albus proclaimed.
If you had looked to the sky at this moment, you’d have seen something you never could have imagined. With a bumpy landing a motorcycle descended from the sky, and on it was the largest man by the name of Rubeus Hagrid. He stood well over a couple of heads above Albus and the width to match it too.
“Here you are now Hagrid, were there any issues?” Albus asked.
“Nah the little ‘un was asleep for most of the way, the poor thing” Hagrid said, starting to shed tears of sadness.
“Oh Hagrid we all are going to miss Lily and James, but we have to stay strong for little Harry.” Minerva said softly, while offering the man a transformed large handkerchief.
“Thanks professor.” Hagrid said drying his tears and blowing his nose.
“That’s enough crying for now my friend, we need to do this quickly and leave soon” Albus pointed out.
“Yeah of course, of course professor Dumbledore” Hagrid replied.
He then took the little boy in a basket and gave him to Dumbledore. Walking with him to the door Albus slowly put the basket down and left a letter with the boy.
“Albus you can not be serious it is November you can’t leave a child outside in this temperature with nothing other than a blanket!” Minerva said in a louder voice.
“Ah my dear I would do a warming spell but it might alert the ministry to his whereabouts.” Albus replied.
“What’s this Albus you mean to tell me the ministry has no knowledge about you leaving the boy here? What if something were to happen?” Minerva asked.
“Oh nothing will happen my dear, it is only for his protection and there is his blood protecting him here that he would not have anywhere else.” Albus then walked towards Hagrid.
“It’s time to return now Hagrid”.
“Ah right yeh are sir, I’ll take the motorcycle then”. With a roar the motorcycle started and drove off into the air.
“Are you coming Minerva?” Albus asked.
“In a moment Albus, you go ahead” she said.
“Very well I will see you later” he replied and walked down the road whilst lighting the streetlamps once more.
“Ministry my behind, you dear boy, I wish I could protect you from this fate, but hopefully there will be kindness towards you here even though my head says otherwise”. Minerva then applied a warming charm to the boy and turned away to apparate back home.
The next morning Petunia Dursley opened her door to find something that would change her and her family’s life forever.